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Remembering The Boy

I could not put myself togeth­er to clean up the bulk of things that I kept in the store.

It was the mem­o­ries; mem­o­ries of you in my heart for that short peri­od of time that we were togeth­er.

Remem­ber the time when I went over to your place, and then we start­ed send­ing text mes­sages to each oth­er express­ing our inter­est? Remem­ber the time when you sneak out from school to come see me because you said you miss see­ing me?

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It was nev­er easy let­ting you go; I have learn that some­times it is always best to let things go in order for us to con­tin­ue mov­ing for­ward.